Of Wolves and Doves

It is the growl in the dark
the menace, the guard,
with glowing eyes of age
of ways unknown
fierce and wild.

It is the flash of white
the messenger, the blessed
given to the flight of the moment
for naivety and fear
delicate and innocent.

It is the paradox of nature,
the polarity of lovers,
to draw out, to seek within
the other what they lack,
it is the cycle of balance.